It’s a Friday night not too humid not too hot
I was raised on rainy summers and muddy feet
Stained clothes and yellow teeth
A bath every three days and hair untamed
So nights like these are unfamiliar
I don’t know where the rain went or how it manifested into only an emotional thing
I remember taking hours to pack for beach trips and coming home burnt to a crisp
Boogie boards and big waves skinned knees and salty hair
now I lay in bed basking in self loathing
And I shower everyday
My hair is short
And I can’t go without brushing it
Is this what life is
Holding onto nothing's
Searching for the “light”